Chapter 6

    What are you supposed to say when an adult drives you somewhere?

    If there were any reporters around here—

    "Uh... ah..."

    Ramil would be on the front page of every tabloid in no time, no doubt about it.

    Because the Queen of the Industry was forcing an alpha to kneel and take his cock in his mouth, one hand tangled in the alpha’s hair, messing it up completely. The sounds of sucking and kissing echoed through the backroom, embarrassingly loud, but that only made it hotter, so much so that his lips parted, breathless with the rush of pleasure. Ramil tilted his head back, ready to ride the wave that would take him over the edge, his lightly defined abs tensing as he braced himself for release.

    But—

    "Ugh..."

    He frowned in frustration. No matter how skillful that hot mouth and agile tongue were, no matter how the alpha’s big hand stroked him until he spilled again and again—

    He came, sure...

    But it still was not enough for the McCullen heir.

    His deep blue eyes dropped to the alpha in front of him, who was licking his shaft like it was something precious. The heat of that tongue sent shivers through him, but even so, he just stroked the other man’s dark hair slowly, lost... in a daze.

    The alpha was undeniably handsome and impressive, with sharp, intense features and a muscular build typical of the alphas admired by society. He was a perfect match for an omega like Ramil, who was hailed as the Queen of the Industry. There was no reason to refuse.

    Yes, in the past, Ramil would have made a deal with the alpha and headed to a hotel.

    But now...

    Thud!

    "Ah! W... wait, please!"

    The McCullen omega simply pushed the alpha's head away indifferently, buttoned his pants haphazardly, and walked out in a foul mood. Ramil himself could not understand why he felt... completely uninterested in sex.

    It was so unlike him. The oral just now was good—the weight of the tongue and the pressure of the hand were thrilling enough. But something was missing. The excitement and satisfaction had dropped so much that he did not want to continue. The fun had vanished, making him sigh as he walked back to where his manager and the Beta Sasaeng were sitting at the table.

    And the moment he saw that kid's face, the moment those beautiful brown eyes glanced at him before quickly turning away as if not wanting to engage—

    It was strange.

    The irritation he felt earlier... vanished in an instant.

    When Nalin saw the person she thought had left come back and sit down, she asked Ramil curiously,

    "Oh, didn't Cha say you weren't coming back?"

    "Too lazy, P'Lin. I just let him give me a blowjob."

    "Choke!"

    Kacha, who was sipping water, choked in surprise at his straight-forward reply, cute face turning a deep shade of red.

    "Mil! Show some respect for my sweet little Cha!"

    "Oh, come on! It's not like you've never done it. These things happen, right?"

    Ramil said, watching the person who choked on water, hoping for an answer. His first thought while waiting was that he wanted the other person to deny it.

    But the fact that the Beta Sasaeng's cheeks turned even redder, and he looked down, unable to meet his eyes, as if admitting that such an event had indeed occurred.

    Damn it...

    He was so damn annoyed.

    He did not know why his irritation was skyrocketing. He knew that the Beta Sasaeng was not young and probably had some experience. The other person's looks were decent enough... not stunning as him, but certainly not unattractive. It was not surprising when it came to things like this because sex was one of the basics of love, which was totally normal.

    But damn, it was crazy how he was getting annoyed for no reason.

    Ramil's irritation grew as he watched Kacha's embarrassed face, forcing him to turn away and click his tongue in frustration when the Beta Sasaeng suddenly changed the subject with Nalin.

    The omega with the vanilla scent sat cross-legged, tapping her foot, trying to suppress his inner turmoil. After nearly an hour, it was time for everyone to head home.

    "See you tomorrow at the party, Mil," Nalin said, waving goodbye to the two younger ones. Since Ramil had brought his car today, she did not need to give him a ride like she usually did.

    "Yeah, travel safely."

    "Sure, you too. Oh... and Cha, how are you getting home? Do you want me to drop you off?" This time, the eldest turned to the youngest of the group, prompting Kacha to smile and wave his hand, indicating it was unnecessary.

    "I'll just take a taxi back, P'Lin. You should hurry home; your place is much farther than the condo and in the opposite direction."

    "Want to go together?"

    "!!!"

    No, that was not Nalin's voice.

    Guess whose voice it was?

    "You're staying at P'Lin's old condo, right? We're going the same way, so let's go together."

    The speaker was none other than the famous Queen, who stood with arms crossed, leaning against his luxurious red imported sports car. Though he spoke, his eyes were fixed on his nails as if admiring a piece of art. Naturally, the invitation left the female manager wide-eyed. Was Ramil really being so kind as to offer to take her beloved cousin home?

    "Why are you suddenly being so nice?"

    "I feel sorry for him, P'Lin. I'm worried someone might get lost again and not find their way back to the condo. I don't want to have to find a new photographer tomorrow," Ramil replied nonchalantly. The beautiful omega, adored by everyone, tossed his blonde hair and crossed his arms with a hint of attitude.

    "You should be grateful I'm offering you a ride."

    "..."

    "Hurry up and get in the car and thank me. You can brag to your friends because no one else has ever ridden in the Queen's car..."

    "No, thank you. I wouldn't want to impose."

    "!!!"

    "I'd rather get lost than be in the news with you, Mr. Ramil. I wouldn't want the Queen of the Industry to get a bad reputation."

    Kacha replied with a smile, leaving the inviter standing there, mouth agape. The young Beta gave a slight bow to the older two before walking away. It was a smile that made the Queen lick her lips in frustration. That innocent-looking face, when it challenged him with words, was just begging to be pinched.

    "You two really crack me up,"

    Nalin laughed as she walked over to stand beside her star, her eyes following Kacha's retreating figure.

    "Don't mess with my Cha; he's not like anyone you've ever met," she chuckled, patting Ramil's shoulder before getting into her car, leaving the McCullen omega, who had never faced rejection, biting his lip tightly.

    Then, he smiled with... satisfaction.

    Because he was different.

    That was what made it... so much fun.

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    The road ahead was eerily quiet.

    Of course, it was past eleven on a Friday night, and everyone was likely rushing home to relax, making the traffic noticeably sparse. Only a few private cars passed by.

    Kacha had been waiting for a taxi for about ten minutes but had not seen an available one. The people who had been keeping him company gradually disappeared one by one until he was the only one left in the area. As the silence crept in, the young Beta began to zone out, slowly lifting his gaze to the night sky, as if lost in thought.

    Honk!

    "!!!"

    Kacha jumped in surprise when the sudden sound of a car horn jolted his senses. He tore his eyes away from the sky to find the source of the noise.

    "Get in."

    "Mr... Ramil?"

    Uh... The sleek red sports car was parked right in front of him, with the owner giving him a pressing look to get in. If it were anyone else from the crew, Kacha might have gladly accepted the offer.

    But remembering the infuriating words from this person...

    "No, thank you. I can wait for a taxi."

    Of course, the second refusal made the blonde omega's eyebrow twitch.

    "I said, get in."

    "I'm not getting in."

    "Get in."

    Honk!

    "Hey! Don't honk; it's bothering others!"

    "But Nong Cha won't get in Mil's car."

    "!!!"

    Honk!

    "Mr. Ramil!"

    "Get in."

    Kacha was startled not only by Ramil's words but also by the repeated honking from the person in front of him. He was not sure if it was the honking or the sweet words that made his heart race like this. But he would surely blame the other's shamelessness in urging him. As more cars lined up behind and passersby started to look, embarrassment crept in. And someone as considerate as Kacha could only...

    Bang!

    "You're the most dictatorial person ever!"

    He opened the door and got into Ramil's car in resignation, not forgetting to grumble and shoot a disapproving look at the other in displeasure.

    And how did someone like Ramil respond, you ask?

    "Thanks for the compliment, Nong Cha."

    The young omega simply smiled, as if he took it as a compliment with pride. He watched the younger one growl with amusement before starting to drive away. Ramil himself just realized today how much fun it was to tease the Beta Sasaeng when he was annoyed.

    On the other hand, the brown-haired owner could only sigh in resignation, comforting himself that it would be less than an hour before he reached his room. But still... how should he deal with the strange atmosphere in Ramil's car for the next hour? Honestly, he did not dare to look at the car's owner even for a moment.

    He felt his heartbeat sounding oddly loud and tried to figure out the source of this feeling. He guessed it might be the faint fragrance in the car that caught his nose, or perhaps the sexy tone of the international music Ramil was playing, or maybe the silence that enveloped the entire car was making him feel nervous.

    These were other few reasons why Kacha did not want to go home with that other person.

    "Are you planning to stay in Thailand for long?"

    Twitch.

    It seemed like Ramil could read his mind because that was his last thought before the other broke the silence with a question.

    "Well... just taking it easy, I guess. I don't have any plans to go back soon. I just arrived a few days ago."

    "Oh..."

    "Are you asking because you want me to go back to England?"

    "Not really..."

    "..."

    "So, what do you plan to do next?"

    "I'll probably just look for photography gigs here and there. It's a way to do what I love while earning some pocket money."

    "You love photography that much?"

    "Well... yeah. Photos are like boxes that store good memories. They remind us of what we used to do, where we were, how we lived, or... who was by our side."

    "Hmm..."

    Kacha noticed Ramil went silent for a moment after he finished speaking. At first, he did not think the other would ask anything further.

    However...

    "And..."

    "..."

    "Coming back here... didn't you bring your lover along?"

    Twitch.

    Kacha was stunned for the second time that day. Suddenly, his heart started pounding terrifyingly wildly because he never expected such a question to come from the person next to him. Especially now that the car had stopped at a red light, giving the owner a chance to turn to him and demand an answer with his gaze.

    "Why aren't you answering?"

    "Why do you want to know?"

    "Just being nosy, you know. Hurry up and answer; I went out of my way to chat so it wouldn't be awkward."

    "Am I supposed to thank you for making conversation to ease the awkwardness?"

    "That'd be nice. Try saying it sweetly... Thank you, P’Mil, to make me happy."

    The mischievous smile and teasing tone from the Queen of the Industry made Kacha incredibly annoyed.

    "For heaven's sake, you're just..."

    "Beautiful... I know, I get it. So, can you answer why your significant other didn't fly back with you?"

    "If I don't answer..."

    "I'm staying right here, even if the light's green."

    Ramil wriggled an eyebrow, looking at Kacha with a superior gaze, and Kacha knew he was not joking.

    Because the beauty admired by many was casually pulling out a compact mirror and applying lipstick, pressing his lips together with a sound and humming a tune, completely unfazed by the honking cars behind them. Leaving Kacha to be the only one anxious. So what else could he do but...

    "Fine!"

    "..."

    "If I had a lover..."

    "..."

    "You would've seen them by now."

    And with that... the Queen of the Industry snapped the compact mirror shut and slowly licked his lips.

    "So, in conclusion... you don't have one?"

    "Uh... yeah..."

    "That's all there is to it. Why make it complicated?"

    "Well, you..."

    "Just stay quiet. I need to focus on driving."

    "..."

    For heaven's sake, Kacha really wanted to strangle him.

    First, he started all sorts of conversations, and then suddenly told him to be quiet because he needed to concentrate... Honestly, Kacha did not understand the person next to him at all. Was this typical for an Omega? Or was it a symptom of someone nearing their heat? Or maybe Ramil just wanted to mess with him?

    Oh well... Whatever the reason, Kacha was too tired to think about it.

    Just endure tomorrow for one more day...

    And he would not have to deal with the person causing him so much turmoil anymore.

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    About half an hour passed.

    Finally, they arrived.

    Ramil's car glided into the parking lot. As soon as the engine was turned off, Kacha hurriedly unbuckled his seatbelt and prepared to open the door and get out.

    If only,

    Whoosh!

    the seatbelt, which had not been fully unbuckled, were not suddenly pulled back by someone, preventing Kacha from leaving the car as he intended. The culprit was none other than the car's owner, prompting the young Beta to turn and frown at him.

    "Hey, what are you..."

    "When an adult drives you somewhere, what do you say, Nong Cha?"

    "!!!"

    Kacha's face flushed with heat. He looked at the Omega's sculpted features, which were only a few inches away, in surprise. They were so close that he could see the thick lashes more clearly than ever before.

    Those blue eyes sparkled as they gazed at him, accompanied by a smile that made his heart race. He could not even count how many times Ramil had said things like this to him. Before, the distance between them had lessened the impact, but now, the proximity and those twinkling eyes left Kacha's heart fluttering, as if he could not find his voice.

    "Uh... I... I."

    "Hmm? What is it?"

    "Th... thank you."

    "What was that?"

    Whoosh!

    "Ugh!" The younger man flinched as Ramil used his palm to yank the seatbelt, pulling him even closer. This time, Kacha could not meet his gaze and had to fix his eyes on the steering wheel instead.

    "I said... thank you."

    "I can't hear you."

    “B... but I already said it... Stop teasing me, will you!”

    “Then say the words you know this big brother want to hear, little one.”

    “!!!”

    Alright, Kacha really wanted to scream now.

    What was with calling himself big brother and referring to Kacha as little one? Damn it, he felt a shiver run down his spine!!

    In the end, the adorable one could only bite his lip. He secretly hated himself for knowing exactly what the other wanted.

    And what else could it be but...

    “Thank you... P' Mil.[1]”

    As soon as those words left his mouth,

    “Good job.”

    P' Mil, the one in question, licked his lips with satisfaction. He took one last look at Kacha's adorably flushed face before finally releasing the seatbelt and leaning back into his seat.

    “Now hurry up and get out. Your smell is all over my seat.”

    “I’m not smelly!”

    Bang!

    Kacha quickly got out of the car and dashed into the condo with an irritated expression. It was Ramil's last comment that made him want to smack the older man.

    However, in contrast, the car's owner remained where he was, chuckling to himself. Of course, seeing the other frown before leaving the car made Ramil feel inexplicably cheerful. His blue eyes watched Kacha's back until it disappeared from sight, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the steering wheel as he murmured softly to himself,

    “Well...”

    “...”

    “Who said you’re smelly anyway?”

[1] P or พี่ in Thai is a Thai word used to refer to someone older than you in age or seniority. It is not just about biological siblings—it’s a polite and respectful form of address for anyone older, whether they are your friend, coworker, classmate, or even a stranger.